stuck in his own hell

He waits and waits everybody he hates walking around with smiles on everyone so happy for once he wishes he could feel that but its something not meant for him alone he seems to walk these streets will he ever find that thing called peace he notices everyone loves to lie since birth his fear has been not to die why this boy walks alone he goes to sleep but never home friends he's never had too many sorrow and burdens are far too heavy someone pull this boy from hell he tried too long to do it himself he cries out for someone the help him out they all hear him,they all hear him shout why wont they lend a hand he puts that fake smile on the best he can love he's never felt before what he thought was real walked out the door